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Mission 26

In by Chris on January 3, 2013 at 9:51 pm

We’ll never go again. We’re hauling our
final Endeavour through the City of Angels’
thronging streets, a stub-winged relic
never more to seek the space between stars.
Larger-than-life, like a shipwreck it
is paraded past America dirty and inert,
majestic and distant, its white tail stiff
among all our rattling repair shops and
cops and living roof of palm fronds.
Telephone lines are lifted, speeches given
to scientists and astronauts and discovery,
lofty soliloquys that slide off the lumpish
shuttle and its spent history, silent technology.
The greatest frontier forsaken, they take our
once thunderous aim away to a museum.

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